Page 58 of Veiled Yearning

My legs. My belly. My breasts, spending extra time there; suckling at my nipples, flicking at them with his tongue, dragging his incisors across the sensitive skin.

He kisses my neck, taking just the smallest taste of blood, but it’s enough to make my womb clench with need.

Then he moves back down, below my waist, spreading my thighs and kissing me there.

His tongue does wicked things; licking and stroking and flicking my swollen bud until my hips are jerking uncontrollably. He plunges one finger inside me, then two; stretching me, preparing me for what’s coming next.

I’m slick with arousal, hotter and wetter than I’ve ever been before. My inner walls are clutching at him, wanting more.

The ache inside me is building; not just to feel Gavril inside me, but to share another connection as well.

“Gav.” I touch his head, and he looks up at me. “Can I? Take your blood?”

There’s no hesitation. “Of course.”

And he pulls me into his arms, drawing me on top of him, and cradles my head as I lower my lips to his neck.

But I pause for a second, a whisper from breaking the skin; not because I don’t want to, but because I’ve never done this before.

I’ve bitten humans, but only for sustenance, and there’s nothing remotely sexual about it. I’ve never taken another vampire’s blood. I never wanted to, until Gavril.

Sensing my nervousness, Gavril kisses my head and murmurs, “You don’t have to, gorgeous. Not if you’re uncomfortable with it.”

“I want to,” I whisper. “You’re the first. So I’m a little scared. But I want to.”

“Ah, Chiara.” His voice is rough with emotion. “You were my first, too.”

Oh. My throat gets thick for a second.

All my nervousness disappears, and I let my instincts take over.

When my teeth pierce his skin, he lets out a sigh.

As his blood fills my mouth, it’s the most incredible feeling.

It’s a fire spreading inside me, setting me aflame.

My body throbs with need.

No. Not just need. Desperation.

Gavril moans; a primal sound of desire.

As I take this precious gift from him, I’m seized by a sudden certainty.

He’s the one.

I thought this only existed in books; never in reality. But here he is. My perfect fit.

And now that I have part of him inside me, my body is aching for the rest.

All my hesitations are gone. How could I doubt something as perfect as this?

So I lift my lips from Gavril’s throat and seal the tiny pinpricks with my tongue. Then I move down his body until he’s notched at my core.

He’s slick and thick and hot, prodding insistently at me, and I can feel myself opening for him. When the tip slips inside, just an inch or so, my inner walls clutch at him, not wanting to let go.

“Chiara.” It’s a low groan. “I want to make sure you’re ready. I don’t want to—”

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